'Don't close the formwork until I've inspected it'

So of course they built and closed the formwork and poured the concrete for the stair wall without me seeing it first.

The textured concrete was perfect, the grain of the timber in sharp relief, the narrow slit opening in exactly the right position. It must have been vibrated to within an inch of its life there was not an air bubble to be seen. Perfect concrete. Perfect

The only problem?

The texture was on the wrong side of the wall.

In his head The Architect was curled up in the corner of the garage, sobbing and gnawing at his clenched fist. Not even a post disaster cup of tea from The English Neighbour could stop the pain.

No photos please.